The next morning came quickly. Elena and I had both fallen asleep on the couch in the most awkward positions and by the time we woke up, I was on the ground, half underneath the coffee table, and she was spread-eagle on the couch. Even though last night was an all time low for both of us, I had to admit; she looked good in my shirt.

After we had left the wedding and I had gotten her home, we were both quick to realize that she didn't have anything decent to wear. Yes, there was what was left in Stefan's room of hers, but most of that consisted of skimpy nightware. I wouldn't have minded seeing her walking around my house like that, but I'm sure she would've had a thing or two to say about me voicing that particular opinion. So, she had taken to wearing my clothes. Even in her broken, disheveled, and pregnant state, I liked the thought of what something like this would've looked like to other people.

My thoughts were cut short by the tiny knock at the door. I answered it quickly, with a small scowl when I saw who it was. There, in my door way, stood the witch bitch and vampire Barbie, "What do you want?" I asked in annoyance, not even bothering to put a shirt on before opening the door. They weren't worth the effort.

"Figured Elena could use a good meal when she wakes up." Caroline answered, pushing past me, marching directly to the kitchen, shopping bags in hand.

"By all means, come in." my voice bled with sarcasm as I followed her to the kitchen and Bonnie followed behind me, "You know, I can cook, right?"

"You've never cooked for a pregnant girl before, have you?" Caroline asked, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She quickly began to load down the counter with the items from her shopping bags. Eggs, bacon, peanut butter, pickles, Rolos, mayonnaise, Root Beer, and three different kinds of ice cream. I couldn't even fathom what was about to go down in my kitchen, but whatever it was, I knew it couldn't possibly be anything good.

"Okay, this looks like a recipe for insta-puke, and I'm not sticking around if she starts to hurl." I had never been one for bodily fluids. I know, kind of an oxymoron, but sickness always grossed me out.

"Trust me," Caroline chortled, collecting pots and pans like she owned the damn place, "Elena's mom ate this stuff by the ton before she had Jeremy."

Twenty minutes into the whole 'cooking' ordeal, Elena came stumbling into the kitchen. I quickly turned to her, but before I could form a full thought to show my concern, Bonnie and already piped up, "How do you feel?" She took Elena by the waste and guided her to the table.

"As good as any dead beat can be, I guess." She answered, "What am I supposed to do about this?" she asked, resting her engagement ring on the table before her.

For the first time all morning, vampire Barbie was speechless. It went on for several moments; awkward staring and grimacing when you accidentally made eye contact with someone. Finally, I swept the diamond ring off the table for myself, "I think I'm going to go pay Matt a visit. I swear to God, if he tried to talk, I will shoved this thing so far up his ass-"

Elena shot me a look, "Damon, please don't do anything too rash. He was my friend."

I couldn't believe what she was doing. She was defending the guy who did this to her. She was exhausted. Anybody who knew her at all could tell. She didn't walk with pep in her step anymore, and for the first time since I had met her, she had bags under her eyes. It was all his fault, and she had the nerve to defend him. Hell, he knocked her up, and then left her out to rot. And she was defending him.

"Damon's right," Caroline began, snapping me out of my revelry. A look of disappointment was evident on her face, "Matt destroyed you," she whispered, "He deserves whatever Damon is planning. In fact," she turned to me and my heart did a flip as I realized what was about to become the inevitable next, "I'm coming with you." The fact that she was so chipper about it made me want to slug her.

"No. Okay, Blondie?" I chuckled, "You just stay here with Elena and make sure she eats her peanut-egg-Chilupa thing." I insisted, motioning to the grey heap on a plate by the stove.

Elena seemed to perk up a bit at the sight of it, "You guys!" she quipped, "You made my mom's old recipe?" I took my cue to leave, grabbing the ring and escaping out the front door.

I was at The Grill only ten minutes later, sitting at a table in what I knew to be Matt's section, and when he came thinking he was taking the order of some helpless schmuck, he rolled his eyes in the realization that it was just little old me. He quickly tried to double back before I saw him, but it was too late, and I managed to grab the collar of his shirt to stop him, "Nice try." I laughed, sarcasm dripping off my every word, "We're going to talk, now."

"Why are you doing this Damon? Can't you just leave us alone? Is it really this hard for you to stay away from her, because as much as it may suck to hear this, she was my fiancée up until last night and I plan to get her back. You are never going to have her because you know what? She's human and you're not, so you just need to get over yourself, and move on, because she is never going to love you."

Good, so he knew exactly why I was here. I didn't have to do all of the catching up this time, "I know she doesn't love me, but I find it laughable that you thought she loved you." I gave a fake cackle, before looking to make sure nobody was watching. I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the nearest wall, causing him to choke, "My brother may have died almost five years ago, but you make no mistake, she is still in love with him, and you know what, she probably always will, so you need to get over yourself, because you just look pathetic. Going after Elena that soon after she lost Stefan; bad move. You make no mistake, if you come anywhere near her before her child is born, and I swear on all that is holy- I will rip you from limb to limb. Because I am not Stefan, I don't value the invaluable, and you, my friend, are entirely disposable." I pulled the ring out of my back pocket, "You take this; cash it in, give it to some stoner chick, I don't care, but you take it, and you get out of this town, because if I see you again, you are a dead man. Make sense?" he nodded, teeth gritted. It was obvious he was going to say something else, but I gave him one finally slam against the wall to shake him a bit, before letting him go, paying my bill at the front, and leaving as if nothing had happened.